Warning: rated M for rape, violence, and voulgure language. Don't like, don't read.

I obviously don't own Harry Potter. If I did I would be rich, famous, and Sirius Black would never have been murdered.

Chapter 4

Severus Snape stalked into the hospital wing black robes flaring around his ankles carrying a crate of potion supplies that he had brewed for Madam Pomfrey only to stop at the door when he glanced over at the fourth bed on the right. When Albus told him that Harry Potter was to be coming to the hospital wing he had no idea what t expect, certainly not what was on the bed. He had figured the boy had got ten into a fight with one of those muggles and the boy's godfather had over reacted, as the mutt was prone to doing, and brought him here to take up the medi witches valuable time. However, what he found lying on the bed was the results of more then a muggle school yard fight, the boy looked to have been severally beaten.

Potter was laying on the bed fighting the medi witch who was trying to get him to drink some of the green potion and from the looks of it Pomfrey was losing the battle. When Poppy heard the whisper of the wards doors opening she looked up from her task to see the formidable Potions Master standing in the doorway with a glazed look in his eye. "Severus, could you come and assist me," she asked trying to get the Potions Master out of his shock. "He seems to be refusing to take the pain potion and I need him to take it before I can fix the broken bones."

That seemed to be enough to snap the spy into action as he moved over to the side of the bed and deposited the crate onto the bed next to the one Harry waas in. The older wizard pulled the boy into a sitting position and readjusted the pillows behind his head. After positioning the pillows Severus held the boys hands down to his side while Pomfrey again brought the potion vial to the boys lips. When Harry moved his head a way from the vial the Professor scolded, "That will be enough nonsense, Potter. You will drink the potion willingly or I will personally force it down your throat." For some reason that escaped the Slytherin the Gryffindor obeyed and deadly accepted the offered potion.

With a sigh of relief the medi witch put the empty vial down well straitening into a standing position and pointing her wand at the teen as a white light shot out and surrounded Harry healing his broken ribs. "Thank you, Severus," the medi witch murmured as the light died down. "I have a feeling they were forcing things down him that would make him sick. Muggles do have their own way of making nasty 'potions' as they like to call them. Often times they are designed to make the drunker very ill, which is what I believe happened to Mr. Potter."

"What happened to him?" The Potion Master asked in concern. The boys family treated him like a celebraty Snape was sure and got the boy whatever it was he wanted. That was the way the world was suppose to be, they did not beat the Boy-Who-Lived, as appeared to be the case, Dumbeldor would never have allowed such treatment of the boy. Could Dumbledor been as blind as the rest of them to the abuse, up until now Potter seemed to be fine, a little on the short side but happy atleast. Now that Severus thought about it was strange that HArry was so small judging from hieght of his parents, could it be a recessive gene that made him so small or was it the abuse.

"Sirius brought him here earlier saying that his relatives had beaten and abused Harry," the midi witch explained. "From the looks of things he wasn't to far off. The boy is suffering from sever malnutrition and had four broken ribs which I have just fixed along with several cuts and bruises. Harry was also covered in burns over most of his body, I have put a burn cream on the burns."

As Madam Pomfrey finished her explanation Sirius entered the hospital wing being careful not to slam the door. He did not want to startle his godson, however when he noticed who was in the room all thoughts of being quiet left his mind and he stalked over to the Slytherin pulling his wand out as he went. "Get a way from Harry," Sirius snapped as he approached with has wand pointed threatening at the other wizards chest. "He has been hurt enough already and I will not let you hurt him any more."

"Now, Sirius, calm down right now before I am forced to give you a calming draught," Pomfrey admonished. "Severus was just helping me with Harry. There is no need to start a fight. If you can not control yourself I will have you removed." The fierce look on the witches face did not go missed by ether of the wizards and Sirius lowered his wand with a scowl. Both knew that the matron would indeed have Sirius removed if they did not listen to her instructions no matter how close he was to his godson.

"How is he?" Sirius asked sitting on the bed next to Harry and taking the boy's hand.

"Better," Pomfrey stated with a look of pity in her eyes. "I do not know if he will ever be the same mentally but physically he is better. Severus, could you give me a dreamless sleep from the crate I seem to be all out in my stores." When the Potion Master handed over the potion the medi witch gave it to the boy, who again tried to fight but was quickly settled by his godfather's comforting voice.

Seeing that there was nothing more that she or the Potion Master could do the medi witch went over to her stock firm in her believe that the professor would follow her lead and bring the crate of potions. As the two restocked the potion supply Severus kept sneaking glances over to the boy in the bed. He too had failed the boy, he should have noticed the signs of abuse before any of them. Was he too blinded by the name to see the person that the boy was. He had taught the boy for four years and had missed all the signs, signs that he himself had had while he was in school. Yet he had missed them because he was to busy believing that the boy was just like his father and that his relatives had spoiled the boy and given him everything that he wanted.

In Surry two wizards and a witch appeared out of a fireplace on Westeria with a glow of green flame, the female quickly turned into a taby cat with black circles around it's eyes while the two men transfigured their robes into jeans and short sleeve shirts. The three were on a mission, one that they wanted to get over with and quickly so they could get back to the castle and the teenager that was in the hospital wing. None of them wanted to alert the muggles of their presents any more then they had to.

The trio left the musty living room of Arabella Figg in exchange door the hallway and headed for the back door. At the back door the wizards and cat silently walked out and into the cool night air where they split up each of the males taking opposites sides of the house to the sidewalk. All this was done with caution as they all knew that too much attention would be brought to the house if someone were to notice two men leaving the house at this time of night yet no one had entered. Plus the fact that Arabella did not seem to ne home at the moment.

Slowly the man with sandy brown hair which was slightly greying crept around the house careful to stay in the shadows while his red haired companion did the same on the other side of the house. As Remus continued his trek up the side of the house he was reminded of all the times that he and the rest of the Marauders had done this same thing in school, all in the name of a prank. However, tonight was different, tonight they were not pulling a prank. Tonight they were on a mission, one that if not done successfully could cost Padfoot his freedom if not his life.

As the quarter moon crept over the horizon and the street lamps came to life a red haired man in his mid twenties walked around the side of a light blue two story house and waited to meet up with the graying brown haired man the tabby cat was already on the side walk waiting for them. "You ready, Remus?" The red haired man asked when he saw his companion. "Try to remain calm. The quicker we get this done the sooner we can get back and see him."

The were wolf simple nodded his head with a slight smile, he was about to relive part of his glory days, covering up for his friend. It was hard to imagine almost twenty years ago that the lessons he had learned with his friends in the name of fun would be called upon to possible save one of them.

The two wizards silently walked down the sidewalk until the older man stopped be an alley, one that held the scent of fresh dew, he had memorised the sent years ago to the point that he would recognise it anywhere. This was where Sirius had apperated into, his magical signature could still be felt and recognised. Silently the brown haired man pulled out a slender stick and waved it in the air in a flowing circular motion as a small golden dome appeared through the alley changing the magical signature into something else while mixing it with others.

"We should head to Number Four before we are noticed," the red haired man said as he watched the dome disapate. The two men continued on their way following the tabby in silence, there was still much to do. As they drew closer to there destination the two men felt the growing tension. Remus was again fighting to control the wolf within himself, it was out for blood. Even twenty yards a way it could feel the lingering fear of it's cub that was no longer there. Feeling the older of the two men's tension the tabby jumped on the man's leg waiting to be picked up. Remus obediently bent down and picked the tabby up and started petting his hand through it's fir. He couldn't remember the number of times that Sirius had done this in the form of Padfoot, it had always calmed him down enough to think clearly, and here the stern Trnsfiguration teacher was doing the same thing.

"I never would have thaught that I would see Profesor McGonnigal comfort a student not even a former one in such a way," the younger man commented quietly.

"If you say anything about this to anyone she will make sure you regret it," Remus muttered just as quietly petting the cat and calming. "She prides herself on her domineering persona at school, she was right scary when I was in school. Especially when we would get caught pulling a prank or sneaking around the school after curfew."

As the two men were talking they had come to the door of Number Four and Remus rang the doorbell that was on the right side of the brown door. The door was opened by a horse faced women with brown hair pulled back stiffly into a bun. "What do you want?" the woman asked timidly not really looking at the men.

"We were wondering if we could talk to you," the red haired man stated with a slight grin. "We have come regarding Harry."

"He is not here and we don't want him or any of his kind in the house again," the woman stated inflexibly. "Now if you would kindly leave it would be greatly appreciated. My Dudley is hungry and that ungrateful boy didn't even see fit to make us a snack for tea time before he left."

"Harry was in no position to be cooking when he left," Remus ground out lossing his battle with the wolf, the longer this took the harder the fight would be. "Unless you want to die a most painful death I would suggest that you let us in, Petunia."

The woman whipped her head around finally taking in the other man and her faced lost all color, "You're the wolf. Lily told us about you when she was home on holiday. She told us how dangerous you were and how you could not be trusted."

"I am sure she did," Remus nodded. Knowing Lily as he did, he was sure that Lily had not described him in such a way, but he did not want to correct her at the moment. Having her think he was dangerous could very well work in their favour at the moment. They could use that fear to gain entrance into the house, and to complete what they came to do although leaving the curses Sirius had put on them was very tempting at the moment. "Unless you want to see how dangerous I can be I would suggest you let us in Besides what would the neighbors think if they saw two strange men standing on your stoop at this time of night. I can a sure you that we will not leave until we have talked to you and retrieved Harry's things."

"A... al... all right," Petunia stammered opening the door wider and stepping aside allowing the men access to the house. "However, the cat can not come in."

"I assure you, Mrs. Dursley, that it would be better to let the cat in so she can take her human form rather then have her transform out where everyone can see," Charlie stated as he walked into the house. Ron had said that Harry's relatives disliked anything that was not 'normal' and he used this knowledge to get the professor into the house. Charlie looked around the house he had heard about from his younger brothers, not sure exactly what he was hoping to find.

The house was much too clean, almost as if no one lived there, everything was in it's place and there was no dust anywhere. The off white walls were littered with pictures of a boy that was as wide as he was tall in different stages of life. In some of the pictures the boy was joined by the woman and a man that had several chins and beady eyes. The living room where the two males from the pictures sat on a couch was the same as the hall. There was no sign that Harry had lived in this house for twelve years. Pictures of the younger Gryffindor were missing, the only evidence of his existence was the clean surface.

After Charlie had shut the door Remus set the tabby cat down and it quickly turned into Professor McGonnigal the formidable Transfiguration professor. "Mr. Weasley, if you tell anyone about what you saw I will personally turn you into a butterfly." Charlie visibly blanched at the thought of being turned into a harmless butterfly, McGonnigal could have at least threatened to turn him into a three headed dog or something dangerous; but no it would have to be a butterfly, harmless little creature that it was.

"What are you freaks doing here?" Vernon asked his face extremely red. There had already been one of them in his house and now there were three others. "Get out of my house before I call the police," he continued oblivious to the danger he and his family was in if he kept talking. He was pushing an already angered were wolf to the brink and Remus' control on the wolf was threatening to snap. The longer they were here the less control he would have and the stronger the wolf would get.

"Vernon, please stop," Petunia begged from the hallway. "Let them do what they have come to do so they can leave before anyone sees them here."

"I would listen to here you big pig," Remus growled, the wolf getting the better of him, as he advanced on the pig of a man.

"Remus, you have to calm down," Charlie interrupted reaching for Remus shoulder and placing a comforting hand there. "Before you do something that you will regret later. Even without the full moon if you do something that truly hurts them the Ministry will throw you in Azkaban, then what would Harry do. Think how Harry would feel if both you and Sirius were on the run from the Ministry."

At the name of the cub the wolf retreated and let the host take over again although it stayed close to the surface, these were the people that had hurt his cub and they deserved no mercy. However the cub needed the pack, the pack could protect the cub like it always should have. "We came for Harry's things," Remus relented. "And you will give them to us or the next time I will not be calmed as easily."

"You're the wolf that Petunia's freak sister was always talking about," Vernon stammered out pushing Dudley behind him which was a challenge given the boys girth. "Why should we give you his things? We paid for them and put a roof over his head as well as food and clothes on his back."

"You never gave him anything but what your whale of a son out grew," Charlie retaliated still keeping a calming hand on Remus shoulder. "Ron saw what he had for school, the clothes that were five sizes to big for him to wear. It was thanks to his dorm mates that he had decent clothes to wear during the school year. The only decent clothes he had in his trunk were his school uniform and robes which he bought with the small amount of money that Lily and James had left for him." Charlie knew that there was more money in the vault then he would ever hope to see at once but he did not want to tell the Dursley's this. "Every time he came to our house mum would have to feed him almost non-stop to get him to a healthy weight. Everyone did it because he is a human not some animal or house elf like you treated him. Now, if you do not mind, please, comply with Remus request before I am unable to hold him back any longer. I must let you now that I am a dragon handler and as such handle dangerous animals everyday, but an angry uncontrollable were wolf is something not even I would want to face. Which is the point to which you are pushing Remus right now."

"His trunk is in the basement," Petunia whimpered fearfully. She remembered Lily once writing to her about how Remus had gotten angry and how hard it was to get him calmed down and the one on the receiving end that time had been a friend of the were wolf. Even though it still took Potter to settle him down enough to get the other out of the room before the wolf could cause serious damage. She did not want to be on the receiving end of an angered were wolf, even with a dragon handler in the room.

"I'll go get his trunk," McGonnigall murmured stepping around the corner and into the kitchen. "I trust you have everything under control here, Charlie."

"As long as they do not do anything to anger Remus again," Charlie responded trying to remember something important that Ron had mentioned from Harry's letters. The floorboard under his bed, Charlie remembered Ron mentioning that Harry kept important things hidden there during the summer. "Remus, lets go get the rest of Harry's things. He kept some of his stuff hidden under his bed under a loose floor board. I bet that is where his album is, I am sure that he will want that as well as the invisibility cloak from his dad."

Charlie felt Remus relax even more as they made there way up the stairs, however, the wolf wanted back out as they neared the door to the smallest bedroom, the smell of blood was still thick in the air as well as the smell of stale sex. Remus fought hard to control the wolf as it howled and begged to get out. Remus lost all control as they opened the door to Harry's old room and he say all the blood on the floor and on the bed. He was going to turn around to punish the Dursley's, Charlie however was faster and with reflexes honed both as a seeker and dragon handler was able to stun Remus before he got to the stairs. The Dursley's would pay for what they had done to Harry; but Remus would not be the one to do it, at least not today. Silently Charlie went and pulled up the loose floor board and retrieved the things that were in there. Harry had obviously tried to do some of his summer homework as there was a charms book in the hole as well as his invisibility cloak and photo album. When Charlie was done he floated Remus to the top of the stairs and down them.

He placed the stunned were wolf down at the bottom of the stairs and inervertaed him as he walked into the living room where the Transfiguration Profesor was waiting for them. "We should get going," Charlie explained. "I have already had to stun Remus upstairs and I fear that we will not be as lucky next time. Can you reverse the spells that Sirius put on them?"

"I don't have to, they were taken off as soon as we entered," the witch answered. "All that is left is for Remus to cover up Sirius magical signature and then we can leave. After we have obliviated the memory of Sirius from thier minds, that is. Can you get Remus to concentrate long enough to cast the needed charm?"

"He should be fine to do it," Charlie stated glancing at Remus. "He views Sirius as part of his pack and will do anything to protect his pack member." With one last side long glance at the Dursley's Remus repeated the charm he had done in the alley and they all apperated a way to Hogsmead where they would take the floo to the Head Master's office.

After the Potion Master and the medi witch left Sirius resumed his seat by Harry absentmindedly carding his hand through Harry's hair. He hoped Remus would be al right at the Dursley's. Now that Sirius had time to think about it he had to admit that he had acted rashly, but he was still at a lose as to how else he could have handled the situation. He could not leave his godson at the mercy of those muggles, he honestly had feared for Harry's life. If Sirius was honest with himself he realised that he had more then likely over stepped his place in the pack by going for Harry without informing Remus but there had been no time, Harry's prone body on the bed was prove of that.

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